[ dextera feels peaceful, too. even angelicus’ birds are twisted, in some way, and the only animals he’s ever seen that are normal have been here, like this. live lobsters, live chickens—intended for eating, maybe, but now adopted into this little family.
though the lobster did get eaten. ]
...?
[ he shakes his head, and pats her back. she clucks gently, closing her eyes against his warm hand.
she has no name yet, but he’s been mulling over a few things—some of them food-related, some religious. it’s hard to decide! ]
no subject
though the lobster did get eaten. ]
...?
[ he shakes his head, and pats her back. she clucks gently, closing her eyes against his warm hand.
she has no name yet, but he’s been mulling over a few things—some of them food-related, some religious. it’s hard to decide! ]